Reinar’s first reaction was, could Bai Lanxue cure his little brother? He looked at Bai Lanxue with suspicion. He couldn't be blamed; Bai Lanxue’s appearance was truly less than ideal. After returning to space, his life had improved significantly. Besides keeping a star as a mistress, he had also been fortunate enough to share a bed with Ilya once. In short, he was no longer the Reinar who couldn't find anyone to solve his physical needs on Silver Charm Star. Naturally, he looked down on Bai Lanxue. The tragedy stemming from this thought was that he felt nothing when facing Bai Lanxue, so he had no way of knowing if his little brother would remain perpetually limp.

Seeing his flickering expression, Bai Lanxue grew angry. “What? You’re unwilling?” Reinar hastily replied, “No, no, I’m very willing.” Bai Lanxue snorted heavily and raised her foot to kick, but seeing how wretched he looked, like a dead dog, she lost the desire to kick. She felt it would dirty her feet to strike a dog!

The ground floor of the Koray Hotel housed the hospital. In recent years, to facilitate airship landings, the landing pads were typically situated on the rooftop. Medical facilities generally avoid vibration and noise, so they were usually located on the lower floors. Bai Lanxue had investigated the hospital before arriving, knowing there was a medical bay on the first floor serving Koray employees. Since the upper floors were dangerous, she decided to take Reinar down there along the way. If they encountered a powerful enemy, she could use Reinar as a temporary shield for bullets. Indeed, Reinar was a tragic figure.

When the two reached the first floor, they indeed found a rudimentary medical bay, and it was empty. Having this convenience on the first floor meant that as soon as trouble arose, everyone had bolted from the hotel. She pointed to the medical pod. “Lie in there.” Reinar shot her a look of doubt. “You know how to use it?” Bai Lanxue let out a cold snort. “Even a three-year-old knows how. Why wouldn’t I?” Reinar glanced at the instructions outside the medical pod; they looked quite simple, so he lay down inside. Bai Lanxue activated the controls and lowered the medical shield, saying impatiently, “Utterly useless, always making things worse.”

After this incident, she found herself looking down on Reinar even more. She had previously thought that Reinar, having survived on Silver Charm Star, might have gained some shrewdness, but now it seemed Reinar possessed none of it. However, she had no choice right now but to use him. She could deal with him later; disposing of a piece of trash wouldn't take much time, saving her from lowering her subordinates' average competency.

Bai Lanxue didn't know where Reinar was injured, so she directly activated the full-body treatment button. Lasers of various colors and rays of all forms shot towards Reinar. Reinar, like a shrimp on a steamer, thrashed about vividly, and then, he went completely still. Dead?

Bai Lanxue frowned slightly and pressed the stop button. A moment later, the medical shield opened, and Reinar sat up from the medical pod, lunging at Bai Lanxue the next second. Bai Lanxue was startled, sidestepped, and kicked the back of his knee. Her force was immense, and her shoe was hard, causing Reinar to collapse forward onto one knee, nearly pitching headfirst. He offered no resistance, looking dejectedly at her with what seemed like deep feeling, muttering, “Still useless.” Bai Lanxue was confused. “What’s useless?” Since it concerned a man’s dignity, Reinar was unwilling to elaborate, merely shaking his head. “Nothing.”

Actually, Bai Lanxue didn't have the mental energy to investigate his condition. She had fulfilled her promise to treat him, so she said, “Stop playing dead. Get up quickly and go protect the President. I warn you, if the President loses so much as a single strand of hair, you can forget about living.” Reinar acted as if he hadn't heard, climbing up and walking towards the exit. Bai Lanxue was enraged, her delicate eyebrows standing on end. “Are you trying to go back on your word? I control your clones at the Koray No. 3 Hospital outside, the Lings University Affiliated Hospital, and the Cale Hospital in the Siyatu star system. If you still want to live, don't play games with me!” Reinar shuddered, forcibly suppressing the hatred in his eyes. He turned back, his legs giving way, and he knelt before Bai Lanxue, crawling toward her position while crying, “I, Reinar, swear to the heavens that even if I must give up this life, I will protect the safety of President!” The more he debased himself, the colder Bai Lanxue’s voice became. “Hurry up and get out?”

Reinar stumbled out of the medical bay. Once Bai Lanxue was out of sight, he finally straightened his shoulders. He roared internally with boundless fury. When the day came that he achieved greatness, hmph, he would personally gnaw Bai Lanxue, this woman, to pieces! Telling him to protect the President? What a joke!

Bai Lanxue’s treatment of Reinar did not escape Ilya’s notice. Ilya almost disdained Reinar’s little scheme, scoffing, “Bai Lanxue, can’t you use some truly formidable methods? This little bit of dross is really unappetizing. Telling Reinar to protect the President? A cosmic joke! If she sent someone else, I might be wary, but who is Reinar? Reinar is one of her vassals!”

Ilya felt victory was assured. She gracefully stood up and walked back to the mirror. The person reflected had skin as smooth and lustrous as jade, shining like pearls under the light. She was once again struck by her own beauty. She couldn't believe Reinar would retain any reason after seeing her. However, just wearing a bath towel was too plain... Ilya curved the corner of her lips into a slight smile, opened the wardrobe, which was filled with the most fashionable and luxurious gowns. Which one would be best?

Ilya’s slender fingers brushed past the gowns one by one, finally pausing before a black silk mini-skirt with only twenty percent transparency. There was a good saying in the fashion world: what is partially hidden is always more captivating than what is fully revealed. For trash like Reinar, the best way to control him was to provoke him to the point of losing control, yet deny him satisfaction. She swiftly put on her black undergarments, the black mini-skirt, let her hair down, and went barefoot, but not forgetting to apply a light lip gloss. Finally, she confirmed Reinar’s location on the light screen, opened the door, and walked in his direction.

The corridor lights were not very bright. No one was around, lending an air of stillness. In that quietude, she stood subtly, like an elf suddenly intruding—ethereal, elegant, and dreamlike. Reinar looked up inadvertently and could no longer avert his gaze! He was struck as if by lightning. In the midst of this ugly hotel, here was someone so pure and beautiful, directly injecting a spring of clear water into his heart, making him feel utterly alive. A goddess! His little brother stirred, practically reviving!

Ilya understood from the instantaneous look in Reinar’s eyes that her choice of the little black silk dress was correct. Ilya swayed her delicate steps, and the black dress swished, carving out perfect arcs with her movement. The skirt was extremely short, revealing fleeting glimpses that suggested the space between her legs, yet it never quite lifted to an angle that satisfied him. His eyes widened, but he could never see clearly. Her figure was flawless. Whenever the silk clung to her body with her movements, revealing the texture of her skin, the skirt would playfully drift away from the spot it should have tightly adhered to, making that area vaguely visible, leaving anyone who glimpsed a corner of her graceful figure with a sense of wistful longing, making them stare foolishly, unwilling to miss even a single *glimpse.

Reinar’s eyes seemed ready to spew fire, yet his little brother felt on the verge of suffocation. That intense, uncontrollable pain was hundreds of times worse than when he had just been kicked by Peizhe. Sweat beaded on his forehead, and his legs felt as if they were filled with lead, unable to move. Ilya didn't approach either, stopping five meters away, watching him with a cool gaze. The last shred of pride in his heart was reignited. He forced himself to stand straight and walked step by step until he stood before her.

Ilya watched him with a subtle smile, feeling a slight surprise when she noticed his sweat. “What’s wrong with you? You’re covered in sweat.” Reinar opened his mouth and managed to utter one word: “Thirsty.” Thirsty! But why did his little brother hurt so much? Why wouldn’t it stand up? Why did the six inches he was most proud of hurt so terribly?

Ilya seemed to understand his need, blinking playfully. “Come to my room? There’s water.” Ilya’s words stripped her of her goddess aura, making her seem like a beautiful, generous girl next door, kindly offering water to someone in need. Like rain after a long drought.

Reinar immediately threw Bai Lanxue’s instructions to the back of his mind, following Ilya with a foolish, dazed gaze, step by step, into a hotel room. The room was decorated like a luxurious bridal suite, which snapped Reinar’s consciousness, previously soaring in the clouds, back to earth. “Is this your…?” A room for marriage? The last two characters stuck in his throat, impossible to utter. Ilya had brought him to their marital chamber, which was the ultimate satisfaction for him, but was this truly okay for them?

Ilya sensed Reinar’s hesitation. She sat languidly on the bright red sofa, crossed her legs, and chuckled lightly. “Reinar, what are you afraid of?” The vibrant red of the sofa, the pure black of the silk skirt, and the dazzling white of her legs—this combination of colors created an intense visual stimulation. Reinar’s little brother surged upward again and again, trying to break free from its bonds, desperate to have the person before him. He could only ask vaguely, “What am I afraid of?”

Ilya let out a burst of laughter. This useless fellow was already this foolish without even taking the medicine. Ilya put down her crossed leg and switched to the other, the angle between her legs perfectly aligning with his view. She leaned forward slightly, picked up the red wine sitting on the table, poured two glasses, lifted one, and smiled sweetly. “Come here.”

Reinar walked over involuntarily. In her slight forward lean, he could see the luscious curve of her half-covered bosom, the enormous gap formed between the twenty percent transparency and the black undergarment. He glanced at the wine, then at Ilya, suddenly snatched the glass, tilted his head back, and downed it in one gulp. He tossed the stemmed glass aside and lunged towards Ilya.

Ilya deftly sidestepped, and Reinar missed, slamming his nose against the sofa armrest. The impact made his nose bleed instantly. He wiped at it, and it was indeed his own blood. Ilya could no longer contain her laughter. This man, how much like a dog.

-RS